it is all good, but there is always room for improvement.

what will be left of us when we run out of things to believe inthat our dreams have all run dryand the world seems to far awayand the old ways still turn out to be the best waysthere will always be someone who will say,let’s try it this wayand the whole thingwhatever it iswill start all over againand there will still be those who will be left scratching there headswondering when it will all end